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Poorly coloured strip of a YouTube AU I came up with.

I sketched my son all over my sketchbook. Send help. I miss him so much already. Prayer circle for season 2. Please join me. I’m the sucker crying on the ground -̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩

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from my au in which victorian era!allen meets ancient china!lenalee 

i already wrote some ideas on it on my twitter but i’ve been thinking abt it during the summer, so if you wanna know more abt it, click the read more!

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king-moron  asked:

Whoa-! Wait, wheatDOS... How does this ship work? I'm hella interested oh my gosh.. *•* Do you have any Aus for it? Or small ideas? :0

[Hooo boy. Okay, so when I first joined this fandom, that was my first ship. I was only a watching party, not the GLaDOS or the Wheatley, so most of the AU’s I saw were my friends ideas with me throwing in stuff occasionally.

It went kind of along the lines of: Wheatley fell back down to earth and somehow managed to not be killed by GLaDOS. She gave him a second chance. It ended up with an awkward year of Wheat trying to make things up and slowly, they grew closer. They did stuff like travel to the surface when it snowed, cook, blow up a part of Black Mesa *cough* and they ended up together.
There was also a segment where the Itch was growing a bit stronger and so he connected to the chassis to relieve some of it off GLaDOS and became EXTREMELY corrupt and that somehow managed to make them even closer by understanding what they both went through. Solike, every itch or virus managed to bring them closer together in the end. Oh, and in the original verse that this was in, Black Mesa really liked screwing with them and that brought them closer too.
I AM SO BAD AT EXPLAINING STUFF WITHOUT WRITING LITERALLY EVERYTHING.]

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Requested by Anon #178

Joker: If you’re watching this Y/N, then that means my plan failed and I am dead. *laughs* Bummer huh?
Y/N: *pours a drink* More of a relief.
Joker: You know I wonder what it is that kills me? Is it Bats? Harley would never betray me but maybe just maybe, with enough reason *laughs* you would betray me. DID you betray me Y/N?
Y/N: I did what was right! *sighs* I’m arguing with a recording…
Joker: Maybe you find out about something or rather…someone?
Y/N: *looks at the screen* He knew I’d find out?
Joker: You left me to die, didn’t you Y/N? You found out about dear old Jason and left me to rot!
Y/N: You knew I’d find out about Jason! You son of a bitch! *throws the drink at the screen*
Joker: *laughs* You should’ve heard him when I was torturing him. All he talked about was you. It was so pathetic! *laughs*
Y/N: I hate you so much…
Joker: I always knew somehow that you’d be my downfall Y/N. You left me to die.
Y/N: You’re damn right I did! I did it for me! For Harley! For everyone in Gotham! Not for Jason! But I promise you that if I knew then that Jason was still alive and you lied to me and mentally tortured me and made ME feel like I was to blame! I would’ve made sure it was slow and painful death.
Joker: I guess we’re more a like than we thought.
Y/N: I’m nothing like you! *throws the tv at the wall*

Nothing entertains me more than the FR Tumblr user base thinking they’re self entitled.

Drop the hostility kids, you don’t make any friends behaving like that. Then again, if you continue to be like that, you don’t have many to start with. Huh, the more you know, eh?

anonymous asked:

my cousin is autistic she bites herself every day and runs away if you come close to her. autism is fucking horrible so stop romanticizing it because it is not a pretty disorder

(Sarcasm) Uh-huh, so anon, clearly you, an allistic, know more about autism than me, an autistic person. Right, okay, so this

Groot’s eyes went more blank. He stopped blinking. Nothing he looked at made any sense to him. A groan rattled in his throat. He sat up halfway and thrashed himself downward against the ground as hard as he could, trying to shatter the numb agony off his nerves.

“Here we go. He’s going nuclear,” Rocket kept talking, “You’re okay, Groot. Your water won’t get taken away for this. Go ahead. We’ll handle it.”

Impulses raged through Groot’s brain. He jerked his arm up and punched himself square in the face. Quill seized his elbow before he landed the second blow, unintentionally leaving his fist loose to jab his own hip instead. Gamora captured his wrist. The sick wrist, no less. Groot struggled harder as the aching and numbness fought for dominance. He bore his teeth and lunged at the obstacle between him and the thing that hurt. Gamora leaned away, losing her grip on his arm. Drax immediately grabbed his right hand, saving it from getting mangled.

“I know this is not your fault,” he said, placing a hand on Groot’s chest to try and hold him down.

But Groot’s body wanted to rebel against its pain. Like a person drowning, he kicked his legs and nearly threw everyone off him at once. Rocket narrowly avoided getting punted across the flight deck.

A trillion feelings of apology flashed through Groot’s mind while he writhed between the people trying to protect him from himself.

“Here,” Quill pushed the chew tube towards Groot’s face, “Bite this, not yourself.”

Groot clamped the chew tube in his jaws as another strong pang hit. He keened and slammed his head backwards against the metal floor until he saw stars. The jarring impact reverberated through his nerve endings. Creating his own pain on purpose overrode the distress caused by sickness. Right then he was desperate to feel something, anything, that wasn’t uncontrolled agony. Making himself hurt increased his desperation and fear, so he doubled his efforts. A vicious cycle he couldn’t break once it established itself.

More pangs. More panic. More head slamming.

and this

The Doctor heaved himself through the TARDIS doors and staggered to the control console. He pulled the locking mechanism, which triggered the TARDIS to dematerialize. Then he pushed at the appropriate moment to rematerialize exactly five minutes after he left Clara.

Everything continued surging inward. An accelerating, inevitable collapse. He pressed his hands on the cool hexagonal console. His hearts pounded so loud he felt them in the back of his head. Blood thundered inside his ears like raging waterfalls. Knots clenched the pit of his stomach and he reached up to grab at his gray hair.

“No, no, no…”

His fingers curled against his scalp. He grimaced and mussed his hair up. The choked sob he let out was his last attempt to contain a nuclear explosion of emotion inside a box made of tissue paper.

“Doctor?” Clara muffled through the doors.

Her voice was a detonator, and she didn’t even know it. Everything he held back erupted into his nervous system. Shockwaves of terror and rage burst forth. Emotional pain became physical agony. Nothing made sense, something felt wrong and everything looked dangerous.

Fight or flight took over. The Doctor fled blindly up the nearest staircase with a strangled cry. His arm shot forward before he could stop himself. He grabbed one book off the bookshelf and flung it on the ground with all his might. Two books followed. Three more books. A sweep of his arm cleared entire shelf.

He yanked on the bookcase until the whole thing toppled with a deafening bang and scrambled over it to kick the magazine pile next to his easy chair. Magazines spilled across the floor he stomped upon. His boots almost slipped on a glossy cover when he tore down a second bookcase. Every falling book hit with satisfying thuds amidst fluttering paper.

Nothing else in reach, so he shouted wordlessly at the top of his lungs to expel the last of the rage and collapsed to sit within the ruin he created. Painful sadness rushed in like matter drawn to a newborn black hole. The ache in his throat encapsulated his whole being and he wanted nothing more than to rid himself of it.

“It’s never enough…it’s never enough,” he chanted at the wall, “Never, never enough…never enough, nev–” the tightness in his throat cut off his voice and his face contorted almost beyond recognition.

Once the tears began they seemed bottomless. He rocked back and forth, head bowed and hands upturned as if pleading. The ragged wheezing sound was his own sobs echoing off the wall in front of him. He wept so forcefully his whole body heaved. His tears fell onto his palms like warm, bitter rain.

…are the most beautiful and romantic peeks into what it’s like to be autistic. Yes, meltdowns are so romantic and sexy and fun. I’m probably not autistic enough for you because I can talk, type and my life is not meltdowns 24/7. I guess I’m being autistic wrong. (/sarcasm)

Okay, so you don’t want me to like myself because I’m autistic? Do you expect me to be ashamed of it? Do you want me to shrink myself to be less when I know I’m equal? Is that it?

Because let me tell you something, your cousin is very aware of how you feel and maybe she acts the way she does around you because she knows you see her as a problem instead of a person. You’re probably one of those caregivers who goes online onto forums to lament what a burden she is while describing her behavior incidents in humiliating detail.

Frankly, anon, your comment in my inbox comes off as dehumanizing and shameful. Every autistic person is a PERSON because they exist. They are never less valuable. They are never a list of problems. They are PEOPLE experiencing EMOTIONS.

There are good sides to autism as well as bad and I accept the bad with the good. I know what it’s like to be autistic. I know what meltdowns and self-injurious behavior feel like. You, an allistic, can’t say the same. You know what it looks like from the outside, I actually know what it feels like.

Get off your high horse and take your ableism somewhere else. I’m happy with who I am and if that bothers you then let me come be happy all over your face so you really have something to whine about.

P.S. All your faves are autistic.

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Hilarity in the original eraser stamp making session: 

Jun’s: “This Year’s Me” makes me happy with the purple and pink (which I’m blatantly interpreting as subtle RED okay?)

Sho’s: “I’m back” elicits screams of terror? laughter? intense reaction from the audience.  Really, Sho?

Masaki’s: his two-pronged approach creates “Please take good care of me Nittere-san” Nandarou-kun (Jun clarifies that “It IS a bird right?”) and “Riddled-with-Injuries Masaki” stamps. Aiba-chan~ gambare~

Kazu’s: His initial confidence in presenting his own creation… only leads to his own embarrassed laugh?

Satoshi’s: His “Stylishly Suspicious Person” serves to tickle everyone, and especially Jun who asks if it’s actually Johnny-san.  After trying to hide his creation, he fails to convince that it’s “just a suspicious character” when Kazu outs him for calling his own company president “a suspicious character”.

Arashi ni Shiyagare 90-min SP 10.10.2015

Bundles Of Joy

Imagine having twins with Dean.

I was going to make this angst but omg the fluffiness of this so here’s a fluffy Dean

Don’t forget to send questions or talk to Dean for this Thursday and Friday! (3000?!?!??!!)

(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

“What should we name our babies?” Dean asked, caressing the swell in your stomach. You leaned back into his chest and stared into the ocean. “Huh, I don’t know…” You mumbled. You felt him chuckle more than you heard him. “How about we break it down and choose two girls if they’re both girls and two for boys.” Dean said. “Okay…”

“For a girl, how about Mary and Jo?” You offered, looking back at him. He smiled wide. “So Mary or Joanna Winchester?” Dean asked. You smiled and nodded. “How about for boys? Kevin?” He asked. You grinned. “Kevin and Charlie, definitely.” You said. He chuckled and nodded. “I like those.” He murmured against your ear. He then placed a tender kiss on your neck, making you nuzzle into him.


A week later, you were going into labor, a hard long one at that. In that long hours, Dean had stayed by your side, holding your hand, kissing your forehead, brushing the hair off of your face. “Baby, you gotta stay strong…” He kept whispering. “I know we’ve been through so much…” He added. You nodded, tears slipping on your face.

Fear slowly rose up to Dean but he kept strong for you, for yours and his babies.

Finally, after countless amount of time, you had given birth to a beautiful baby boy and a baby girl. Dean did the honor of cutting the umbilical cord for the first one then the second. He held one baby in his arms and smiled so wide it hurt his cheeks. The tears were continually pouring down his face and he couldn’t stop it at all. He went to you and placed the tiny child on your arms and then the doctor gave the second one to him and then to your children. You laughed breathlessly, looking at your babies with awe.

He pecked your forehead and looked at the little bundle of joy in your arms. You looked up at him as if you two were having a silent conversation. “Kevin Charlie Winchester and Mary Joanna Winchester…” You both said towards the nurse. She smiled and nodded, writing the names for you. You cried happy tears and kissed the heads of your twins.

“Our little trouble makers, sweetheart.” Dean said, chuckling a bit, still crying though. “I agree.” You replied, smiling up at him. He pecked your lips and you two basked in the moment.


“Daddy!” You heard Mary Jo call out as she heard the bunker door open and close. “Charlie! Charlie! Daddy and uncle Sammy’s here!” Your daughter called out to Kevin Charlie who was still in his room. “Daddy!” You heard his excited voice ring out. You smiled at them and looked up just in time to see Dean walk in.

He smiled when he saw you and went to you first. “Hey, baby…” He cooed, giving you a light kiss on the lips. “Ew, daddy!” The twins whined and you and Dean laughed. Dean went to both of them and hugged them tight, kissing the tops of their heads. After greeting their dad, they went to Sam, doing the same to the tall man.

You and Dean sat together and watched Sam carry both children on each shoulder. “Better hold on to the moose, kids.” Dean joked and Sam playfully scowled but then smiled wide at his nephew and niece.

Dean kissed your temple and sighed. “Thank you, baby.” He whispered. “No need to thank me, Dean. We deserve this.” You said, looking at him. He warmly smiled and kissed you again, only to be broken by fits of giggles from the twins.

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imagine all the other gifs are captioned something like “BLRP BLRP BLRP BLRP” because that's  what’s going on.